When the young ladies in Vraja heard the sound of Krishna's flute, which captivates the minds of all living beings, they all embraced one another and began describing it. 

One cowherd girl said, "O friends, chose eyes chat see the beautiful faces of the sons of Maharaj Nanda are certainly fortunate. As these two sons enter the forest, surrounded by Their friends, driving the cows before them, They hold Their flutes co Their mouths and glance lovingly upon the residents of Vrindavan. For those who have eyes, we think there is no greater object of vision." 

Another gopi remarked, "Dressed in a charming variety of garments, upon which Their garlands rest, and decorating Themselves with peacock feathers, lotuses, lilies, newly grown mango sprouts, and clusters of flower buds, Krishna and Balarama shine forth magnificently among the assembly of cowherd boys. They look just like the best of dancers appearing on a dramatic stage, and sometimes They sing." 

A third gopi remarked, "My dear gopis, what auspicious accivities the flute must have performed to enjoy the nectar of Krishna's lips independently and leave only a taste for us gopis, for whom chat nectar is actually meant! The forefathers of the flute, the bamboo trees, shed tears of pleasure. His mother, the river on whose bank the bamboo was born, feels jubilation, and therefore her blooming lotus flowers are standing up like hair on her body."